On the outside looking in
watching lives burst into flames
Why is it entertaining to spy
Is reality based on foolish games
Can witnessing a meltdown
of emotions that are engineered
be considered to be amusing
We are attentive to what is feared
Do we watch because we care?
Is there an ounce of sympathy
that desires a joyous resolution
Is there any hope for saving dignity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This kind of reminds of my poem the watcher, except in it is not a mere game. Great Poem.